A Poem a Day (590): Skinny dipping

 
I never had the guts to do that, but here you go…

 
Skinny-dipping
  
Blue-dip, skinny,
rival tans like skateboards
surfing cerulean stripes,
endless. Motor chasm.
Our lithe shadows carry out
on the rhythmic breath of waves,
exploring far-off realms.
We can’t hold them back.
 
Tread water. Boundless,
an energy field sublime.
We weave like fish.
Even the birds can’t hear us,
sunnying our skin like bees
a-buzz with summer’s tune.
Egos burn out. Skylight lifts us.
 
Clouds scoot, white-out
chameleons of twisted shapes.
Our feet kick out, bodies prone,
lifted in these cool maternal arms.
We are as the world is.
Light. Majestic. Ever-sleep.
 
Here, we’ll wait all the struck stars
a-shimmer, bridging the night
with lunar streams awaking light,
beside this most wondrous
naked moon.
 
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, June 1, 2023